John, afterall
(God… True, yes it Is. Unbearable Deceitfulness of
Being)
Nobody loves you when you're down and out Nobody sees you when
you're on cloud nine Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime I'll
scratch your back and you scratch mine
I've been across to the other
side I've shown you (all)
everything, I got nothing to hide And still you ask me do I love you (all), what it is, what it is All I
can tell you is it's (you’re) all
show biz All I can tell you is it's (you’re) all show biz
I'll scratch Your back and you (all) knife
mine
I've been across the water now so many times I've seen the one
eyed witchdoctor leading the blind And still you ask me do I love you (all), what you say, what you
say Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away Everytime I put my
finger on it, it slips away
I'll scratch Your back and you (all) knife
mine
Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see,
ooo wee! Then I'm lying in the darkness and I (you all) know I can't get to sleep, ooo wee!
Nobody loves you when you're old and grey Nobody needs you when
you're upside down Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their (all) own birthday Everybody loves
you when you're six foot in the ground…
Escrito por Poeta às 22h17
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